The Union: Chapter Three: A Unionized Bond

Chapter three: A Unionized bond.

Rob kneaded the axe handle in his grasp how could he trust some one, some thing that was only a mere definitions difference from what had pursued him for weeks “undead.“ That which had brought about the eve of mankind’s extinction zombies. "So I guess you fucking expect us to reveal our weaknesses to now you know scream, cry and beg you for mercy!?" Rob let the vampire mull over his answer "or maybe we allow you to kill us!" A chuckle from the angelic looking demon "Robert I have been killing your kind for two hundred years and I am rather proficient at it my friend. If I choose to kill you I would require no help." Robert opened his mouth to speak but Val stifled him with a hand. "So you want us to help you get to your home in San Diego, from Chicago?" Val continued clicking off points "help sustain your family, and protect you in exchange for our guaranteed safety?" Trevor looked towards the east from where his kind’s mortal enemy would arise. "Yes M’ lady and on my life no harm shall ever befall the two of you." Val began to pull Rob back from Trevor Clevantes who grew tired of explaining himself to mortals who really had no choice other than submission. As they stood atop a burning skyscraper filled to capacity with zombies. "Trevor!" called Val from across the roof secretly believing herself and Rob to be out of ear shot of the Vampire. Trevor marveled how little humans knew about his kind which is how they desired it. Vampires could here like a bat from a distance four times that of a human. "How exactly do you guys plan to get this blood from us? Biting us every day?” "No Valerie we would use the same techniques as if you were donating blood at the Red Cross!" Vampires only bite a victim’s neck in order to drain the corpse completely. To change a human to a vampire required a lust mark which was a puncture as close to the victims genitals as possible. With her question answered Val turned to Rob.

"We don't have much of a choice Robert!" She pleaded "No.....no we have survived without that dead leech!" Robert fumed "He saved us and you fucking know it! We don't have wings maybe we can just go along and see..." she responded. Robert stepped into the face of this woman his companion. He still had yet to decide what she was to him other than the only other living human he’d seen in forever. "I see how you look at him those panties you've been wearing over two weeks are soaked for him already!" Val reeled in shock pushing he long hair from her face. Her first reaction pre-zombie invasion would have been to cry, but her first reaction post-zombie invasion. Swift open palmed slap to the smooth black cheek of Robert Berry grabbing his attention. His nostrils flared as he bored holes into the woman whom he’d considered himself to be falling for. Walking the ledge like a circus acrobat Trevor smiled humans and their petty emotions, so easily manipulated. His head snapped to facing the couple his fangs extended from his canines with a hiss. Those manicured nails grew to ten eight inch long razor like daggers from his finger tips. Two steps off the ledge the barefooted nimble vampire leapt into the air diving towards them. Val cried "God no... Trevor!" falling to the ground "Robert lashed out with the axe missing the airborne Prince of the Enoch Clan. Trevor sailed in a long arc over the pairs head landing some ten feet behind them. His body mass more dense than his 190 lbs frame would be if he were a human. He landed atop an undead zombie engineer which had slowly crept up silently behind them into a heap. The zombie was mangled compacted into a pile of meat and bones. Trevor spun fangs bared "Get Back!" voice no longer harmonious, but guttural like a roaring lion speaking English. Rob drug Val back by one arm as a perplexed dead janitor whose face had been chewed off simply stared at Trevor in his wicked battle plumage. The zombie in the blue coveralls appeared to be sizing up Trevor confused was he food or not food. Trevor had heard the dead coming smelled them even sooner which he now recognized the stench of the flesh eaters.

Low and quick stripping off the tattered silk shirt Trevor caught the dead man by the neck of his soiled attire reinforcements appeared at the maintenance roof access a lady in a dress casual business attire minus an arm moved to skirt around the vampire, she was instead snagged by the neck. Holding the dead off the ground one per blade tipped hand was like holding two greased pigs squealing and screaming. A third and fourth zombie appeared Trevor almost as an after though viciously slammed the two he held skull to skull destroying the vile creatures heads he turned to avoid the toxic black blood that spewed from the decimated bodies he dropped. The next living dead came all out for Trevor no hesitation at all. Trevor drove a clawed hand through the wretched things face and out of its cranium scrambled grey matter plopping down on the rooftop. The arrogant young vampire flicked the dead being from his hand as if it were dog hair on a ten thousand dollar suit. Trevor’s battle tactics flowed like a practiced dance routine. Streaking past the last zombie he brutally twists its head off its decayed shoulders in one quick motion. Then in a regal manner the vampire absently tosses it over the edge of the red steel structure Trevor halted his rampage at the stairwell entrance as dozens of corpses clogged the stairs coming up to check on the commotion. Howling a Mc Donald’s worker in her brown and yellow uniform rose up cresting the stairs for her undead trouble Trevor Clevantes punts off her head before slamming the door shut.

Straining using his super human strength he wedged a pole across the door to stave off the onslaught. He's covered in putrid dead matter as the black bat like wings peel from his back unfurling to their impressive full wing span.  Trevor became the supernatural appearance of the Catholics biblical interpretations of Lucifer, but with blonde hair. "Help me please my friends as I have helped you!" Trevor did something no vampire had ever done in recorded lore to a human. "All is forgiven." spoken by the powerful being as he knelt before mere mortals pleading for their assistance. Val looked to Rob his eyes more afraid of dying now than later he knew they really had no choice. "We'll join you in this union as you ask!" blurted the socially inept garbage man. Trevor rose to his feet smiling "Thank you my friends taking up his gifts. The vampire pressed them close stepping off the skyscraper. "I HAVE A MENTOR WHO WILL HELP US TIS ALMOST DAYLIGHT!" Trevor revealed his plan as they flew north towards Lincoln Park of the most prestigious areas in all of the Midwest. When the dead broke through the barricaded door they found nothing human. Their fading fleshed focused minds went right back to being a jumble of past life images.

Chapter Two: A rooftop proposition

Chapter Two: A rooftop proposition

Trevor Clevantes a ruling member of the vampire elite struggled to fly as he carried two human beings. These two were more precious to him than all of his families billions, land, power, or anything for they represented life for him and his family. The world was an inhospitable place for any creature not a living dead zombie. For while we know a vampire is stronger than a human being. They are gifted with fantastic abilities beyond belief as well. The undead blood suckers still required humans for protection and substance. Trevor had never considered himself above reproach as most of his species did, but he held no malice or hatred towards the truly living. He did not see them as equals nor did he see them as worthless. Until the zombie invasion vampires had been content to live their long enchanted lives just out of sight of the humans they fed upon. For although physically stronger than mortals’ vampires were vulnerable out numbered by at least a million to one. This living dead plague, he hoped would lessen the great divide between humans and vampires. In his minds eye which beheld much history and many threats to the vampire clans, he knew these two humans he held aloft would survive far longer than he if they split up.

Trevor came to roost high above the city streets atop the Techmaco Building near the shores of Lake Michigan eighty eight stories high. Obviously fatigued slowly but regaining some of his skin tone. Standing up straight his expensive shirt flapped in the breeze ripped to strings by his impressive black bat like wings. Trevor brought his wings into place once he was older they would drape him like a black velvet cloak, but for now they were absorbed into his back through the skin. Below them the vertical red square building vomited smoke as smoldering fires burned unchecked within. Val stepped back tucking the gun in her waist band taking Robs arm for comfort. Rob played the axe from hand to hand waiting for the mythical beast to attempt to take him and Val. No words passed about they stared one another down mentally weighing their options. Trevor’s hair waved in the wind like a gold ribbon. The acrid smell of smoke wafting on the lake winds was carried off towards Wisconsin on the lakes far side. Save the three beings who watched each other the roof top was devoid of life it held only scaffolding for window washing and assorted tools.

"So!" Rob broke out into speech "you want our help but you threaten to drop us to the ground if we refuse!" A hostile bitter Rob points with his axe for added appeal "You misunderstood me my friend" came the soft chorus like voice of Trevor "I was showing you what your alternative was surely tonight I did indeed save your lives." His speech was dignified and eloquent while Robs was anything but! "Hey blood sucker we aint your friends you are no different to me than those sacks of shit down there! You just like your humans prepared a different way!" The wind kicked up Trevor’s eyes became blood red orbs in their sockets like polished marbles. He was upon Rob so fast the husky man hadn't even drawn a complete breath. "Make NO mistake fool!!" To drive home his superiority Trevor effortlessly lifted Robs 244lbs skyward with but one hand. "I am more powerful than you could ever imagine! I am not to be trifled with nor am I to be insulted by the likes of you!" The metal barrel pressed into Trevor’s skull didn't persuade him as Val squealed "put him....down....please."

Trevor’s smile was easy and seductive Val had no intention of shooting their unlikely ally, although she was overwhelmed with the urge to submit her essence to the vampire prince. "Valerie save your bullets M’lady for they shall only serve to further enrage me!" In Trevor’s powerful right hand Rob hung fighting for breath with slob and spittle frothing from his lips ran onto Trevor’s hand. Rob was flung to the rooftop. "I have come to you with compassion please my friends do not mistake it for cowardice." Wiping his hands on Rob’s filthy shirt and helping the dazed man to his feet. "I could have killed you both back there......" placing his face in his hands "… and the hunger almost caused me to do just that." The summer nights humidity covered him he began to pace no fear of falling to his death his walk was much steadier almost regal, He hopped upon the buildings ledge. Kneeling he cast his gaze down at the ruined city. "How can we trust you?" Val was over at Rob’s side "how do know you won't kill us or turn us into vampires?!" Val’s questioning was erratic she was exasperated.

Trevor spoke without facing the humans "My dear sweet Valerie when one is low on food tis it not insanely foolish to make more mouths to feed? My question is how do I know you won't kill me when the sun arises? In a few short hours as I sleep, I will be at your mercy!" Val was taken aback she blinked in disbelief "So,” He interrupted her "So, if I don't find shelter I will die with sun rise!" He moved from the ledge bare feet crunching pebbles as he came lifting Rob gently to his feet. "Forgive me dear Robert as I do have something of a temper. I will be vulnerable and at the mercy of those who watch over me as I slumber. Should you choose to help me survive? I will in turn help you survive. Do we have a deal? May I welcome you under the protection of the Most High Vampire Clan Enoch? What say you?"

Val clung to Rob as he did to her Trevor Clevantes was attractive and appealing to men and women alike. Val felt he could probably convince her to leap from this building should he so choose. "What does this bond do for us?" Rob all but spat. Trevor stood nose to nose with the Black man who stood over him by four inches. "Help me get to San Diego my families’ estate is an impenetrable fortress. There are other humans who serve us, food, protection and most importantly the luxury of relaxation. No more running for Robert you and I both know tis only a matter of time before you are caught. As an offering of good faith I well even provide you with details of my weaknesses for while I am not mortal I am not immortal. I too can die." Val and Rob toyed with the proposal "we already know how to kill a vampire!" Rob smirked "garlic, crosses, a steak, holy water..." Trevor emitted a harmonious deep laughter which infuriated Rob to no end.

"To many movies my friend!" the laughter subsiding "sun light, ingesting the blood of the dead, the afore mentioned steak to the heart, crosses work only if the bearer has faith, and there are no more truly pure priest or men of the cloth left so holy water is out!" Val's natural intellect and curiosity overwhelmed her "so the zombies why won’t they bite you?” Trevor shook his head "don't believe they will for I am nothing more than another of the undead to them. My blood is black my flesh is cool not warm like yours. Most importantly I do not produce the sweet tangy aroma of life as you do.”

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The Union, Chapter 1: The dead unto the undead

The Union:

Chapter One: Dead unto the undead



Twilight is coming, the dark of night whether or not this duo wants it. The harsh reality of daylight had exposed the world's festering and dying carcass to the sun's intense rays. Night however, coats it in a humid blanket of moist oxygen rich air. They sleep uneasy, like field mice who hear the round faced owl hooting just outside their burrow. The exception is that the owls who hoot for them are the living dead, and were once human like them. The hoots are howls, moans, wails, and screeches. Their burrow is a dark, dank fourteen story shipping warehouse just south of the Loop in downtown Chicago...

This man and woman whom seventeen days hence were unknown to one another... lives so separate so distant, that even though they lived and worked within feet of one another had never shared the same space at the same time. Now they rest upon a floor littered with shredded cardboard entangled as if the were octopi embraced in courtship. She is Valerie Couts. At twenty eight she was well on her way to begin amongst the elite of Chicago traveling in the same circles as Oprah. Val bore strawberry blonde hair as she sported a figure most women had to slave away in the health club for. Her fiancée', a brilliant corporate lawyer, had recently received his commission for settling a lawsuit on behalf of the city against three of the nations most wealthy gun manufacturers. Seven figures one might add. Stephen Jones was dead now somewhere near the corner of Jackson and Wacker. Her left hand still polished with sixty dollar a bottle nail polish from Marshall Fields & Co. Clutched tightly was a Glock pistol with only six rounds remaining. He was Robert Berry a husky six foot six individual who barely made it through high school and passed his time as a garbage man for the city.  Anti-social and reclusive described this Black man, with skin so dark he appeared to be made of onyx. Until that fateful day the only thing white he'd felt comfortable enough to converse with was his computer. Across his lap was a fireman’s axe with which he had literally chopped through dozens of bodies with to sustain his life after being trapped in a crowded train station.


How did they meet? Easy enough. Chicago had some warning as the zombie outbreak began in Pennsylvania working its way west. How did it start? No one knew, and no one would ever know, because before they knew what hit them, their one day grace period was up and Death rode down upon the windy city in the mouth of a thirty-two year old flight attendant name Shelly Willis, who infected most of the first class passengers who in turn unleashed the undead infection upon coach, so, that when Southwest Airlines flight 1028 smashed into the terminal at O’Hare International Airport, the dead poured into the worlds busiest airport with unnatural speed. It spread from there outward. Robert was on the job when his garbage truck was attacked on the cities south side, although his union brothers were not as fortunate. Robert was in the trucks cab and tore ass through the street, in the almost indestructible big blue refuse hauling rig with the mayor's name stenciled on the side. He flipped the truck as he rounded a hairpin turn. For his troubles he received a jagged seven inch long half inch deep wound to his left arm. Robert was never a hero by any stretch of the imagination if he saved someone or something, he did so inadvertently while saving himself. Running to the train station proved to be a horrendous mistake, as the dead invaded the set of a chain reaction. Robert fought shoving grandmothers and pre-schoolers alike with ill regard for anyone. Cresting the stairs he saw a young woman screaming hysterically as her fiancée' was devoured. Robert made a move to avoid the woman who drew the zombies attention as if she wore a sign that read "Look at me I am tastier than everyone else!"


Instead she latched on to him crying for help. He tried to shove her off and when he did, she followed him through the ensuing bedlam of death and destruction. Eventually the garbage man and the college graduate became inseparable. Together they fought these "zombies"  as they were being called. Even finding out that destroying the brain of the abomination meant you took it down for good. Even though a hundred more of its kin pursued you relentlessly around every corner. They had met others who'd survived, only to lose them in conflict with the undead, so it always seemed it came back down to the two of them against a city of rampaging soulless demons. They knew not what day it was, nor were they aware of what time it was. All these were as inconsequential as they were to cavemen. It was daytime or night time which brought either another day to scrounge for life begging God for mercy, or at least his favor. The opposite was a night of terror plagued restless sleep if they could only ask God why?


This night had found them trapped in a Fed Ex freight warehouse where they were forced to flee when their car cut a swath through the dead, and gave out in a coughing, sputtering fit as the engine seized. As they fled into the lobby they barely managed to bar the door, which didn't matter. They would get in they always did. The dead never slept. They pounded away like waves upon structures containing the living. Until they broke in like the wind, they were always present massed against whatever they chose to vent their mindless rage upon. They dispatched quite a few of the reanimated Fed Ex dead and wondered if their souls journey to hell was covered by the twenty four hour next day delivery guarantee. Into this cavernous room they plunged out of breath. Val checked the room thoroughly with the gun in hand that they'd picked off a dead cop who wasn't using it. She found one living corpse relieving the wretched woman’s suffering with a bullet. Furiously Rob barricaded the door with large boxes of freight stored high above ground, to aid their transport by helicopter. Once the shadowy room was deemed safe they peered out at the city, bound to each other now by a love of living, not of lust. Chaos was all that they saw in the full three sixty panoramic view. As the city burned all about, many floors below figures did the zombie shuffle as they sought the living to consume. Feeling safe and exhausted, realizing the hopelessness of the situation, because the horde that had chased them into the building had now grown fourteen floors straight down they beat to gain access. Val picked a corner and then settled in to rest up so that they could be fresh for their own demise when it came.


A soft flutter of movement in the room startled Val awake, holding her breath as Rob snored oblivious to anything. "ROB!" she shouted into his solid chest at a whisper "ROB! WAKE UP THERE'S... "Her eyes caught a streak across the room coming for them through the ink of night. Val rolled her athletic frame forward. "ROB!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed a blonde haired youth pouncing on top of Robert. "WHAT… THE" Rob awoke with fight in his veins, but it was to late. A form that materialized out of the darkness was already feasting on his damaged left arm the suckling sounds echoing into the warehouse. Rob fought to throw the dead man off, even though he knew it was to late to be saved. "You bastard!" screamed Val, walking forward Glock 9mm jutted out. Two bangs and the creature on Robs arm scattered back bullet holes in its head. Clearly visible by moon light the creature panted pressed to the glass. "He got me!" Rob was crying tears rolling down his dirty face. Rob scooped up the axe, bringing it down into the panting and moaning thing's collarbone with a crunch. Its lips coated with Robs blood came the first thump at the blocked door behind them from Lord only knew what.


Terrified now crying herself, Val inched over to Rob's gun. Raised, she'd give him one bullet from the gun and then herself because she had seen what would happen after a person was bitten. In no time at all, they joined the undead flesh quest. Rob beat at his arm in utter panicked terror it bleed hemorrhaging blood dripping onto the floor the creature against the wall moaned. "I don't see a bite mark!" More beating as Rob yelled, slapping blood away in droplets. "Don't lie to me Rob!......" Val came cautiously sobbing to investigate. She could find no bite mark, no torn flesh or any sign of what she thought should be upon the ebony arm of her compatriot. "Why....." Rob motioned to the young man against the window, whose breath came in ragged burst. The axe in his shoulder he pulled free and let flop to the cement floor, which brought a chorus of flesh wails from beyond the door. "Didn't you shoot him in the head?" asked Rob of Val while he clutched his arm that slow began to stop bleeding. "Yeah! YES I DID!" Val shouted in disbelief she moved in for a point blank headshot. The gaunt sickly looking young man began to scream and contort his body twisting and flailing about the floor in agony.

There were now a half dozen of the dead who longed to get in, moaning for an orgy of  fresh flesh. Rob and Val backed into each others arms as the young blond creatures skin began to close, mending itself where the axe had stuck. First one, then the other of Val’s lead slugs were expelled by the boys head as the wounds healed. Fully reformed, the pale skinned sickly figure drug himself to the warm puddle of blood on the floor left by Rob. Greedily he began to lap it up like a thirsty human dog. Rob and a slack jawed Val stood frozen. The sloppy sounds done, the boy looked up face bearing more color looking healthier. His eyes in the thin shaft moonlight now the color of chipped granite, he look to be a man of about twenty, with flawless skin not handsome but almost a glowing radiant beauty. Mouth ringed in crimson blood looking like a little girl who'd tried on mommy's lip stick all by herself. It stood shakily on its feet "My......name!" Val shook her head unbelievingly side to side at the tone of the melodic angelic voice. The man thing wiped his mouth upon what appeared to be a tailor made expensive shirt. "My name tis Trevor and I beg of you to help me!" the young man implored. "Without you my family will die a wretched death.........I can surely save and protect you. If you refuse we all shall perish both my race and your species!" For emphasis, zombies hit the door, and it gave a fraction as the wooden create scrapped the floor.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Val blubbered as Rob went to check the door. "What are you?!? Who are you???" The exasperated man boy strode past Val who all though she held the gun had no energy to pull the trigger. Rob ran wide around the figure that had just drank his blood back to Val’s side. The impressive figure in the expensive well crafted clothes, with some effort pushed the boxes that Rob had spent all day stacking back to the door. Returning, his bare feet not making a sound, Trevor spoke again. "I am Trevor Clevatnes Lord Prince of the Vampire Clan Enoch, and my father is Arthur Clevantnes." "The computer chip billionaire ........... Vampires ......zombies you have got to be fucking kidding me! Who turned the world into a Darkhorse comic?" Rob stuttered. More dead hounded at the door, as unknown to the three, the flood gates of the damned had burst below them. Thousands of the living dead poured into the building and headed up to greet them. "I do not jest!" Trevor spoke urgently "With the undead about, my family will starve. If humanity dies then so shall we. The blood of the dead is as lethal to us as arsenic is to you. For the......" The door came free. Trevor spun jamming the barricade back pining a screeching dead child in the door half in and half out. Over the wails of hunger Trevor implored on... "COME WITH ME HELP, ME AND I WILL OFFER YOU FOOD SHELTER AND PROTECTION!" Val almost vomited, gagging deeply. "Become your food or theirs!" Rob shouted angrily "What’s it matter to us! We're dead either way!" The boy vampire strained against innumerable dead foes. The cement around his feet cracking as he planted them pressing back with all his supernatural strength.

Hundreds fought to get at their flesh, as just one sought to protect their precious blood. "I assure you my friend, whatever you may think but one cup of your blood a day will sustain my family's thirst. Can...... You......say the same of the.......them!" The dead were winning. Rob and Val backed to the window fourteen floors above ground. Rob took his axe up. They would fight to the end no matter how painful. They locked eyes. Trevor released the crates, letting them slide backwards, allowing the dead in for their feast. Val and Rob were ready as Trevor came sprinting for them in advance of the dead. In slowed time, seconds seeming to drag on for hours. Trevor Clevantes, who appeared twenty five and in actuality was over two hundred years old, dove onto a defeated Rob and Val. Driving them and himself through the thick glass, shattering outward, and raining razor sharp shards on the unsuspecting dead below who simply looked up as they came. They fell bound together in mass, twisting through the rushing air.


Like lemmings or blind sheep the zombies poured from the window, determined to taste human meat. Silently the trio swooped up on a humid thermal of hot lake water infused air. They were upright nestled in Trevor’s strong arms carried them aloft on a set of black leathery wings that beat hard to keep the weight of three in flight. Behind them, the undead impacted the ground like rotted watermelons, body bits strewn about and still they fell. As Trevor with much effort sought a perch on which to land, for even he was not yet strong enough, weakened by near starvation to carry such weight. "I AWAIT YOUR ANSWER!" He shouted above the wind as they flew. "MY OFFER OF SAFETY OR THE OFFER OF CONCRETE AND DEATH BELOW?"

Welcome....

Welcome to one and all my friends, family, internet nerds friends and people who inadvertently found this blog when searching for pictures of dead bodies. What I have here is an outlet for my writtings most if not all of which i simply do for enjoyment and the pleasure of my readers. I've choosen a work near and dear to my heart. My first serious attempt at writting zombie fiction. which I began back at my home away from home zombie-nation.net. In April of 2004 I had a dream about Harry Potter fighting zombies and since I hate Harry Potter, I decided to put Vampires in instead. What you read today is the words that pured out that night at work and I posted on our message boards I called "The Union." My internet nerd friends went wild with accolades and demands for me to continue. Which I did here and there over the next seven years. So I stand here asking some of you to read and some of you to re-read "The Union." There are a few thing you need to know before you choose to read or not to read. I have re-read, re-edited, re-thought, and re-done my existing work and for those of you familiar with "The Union." You will be happy to know the story now has an ending! I plan on posting a Chapter every two week unitl we get to Chapter 16 where we left off and then I will play the rest by ear. Once "The Union" is done we will begin another journey with another story but beware it will involve zombies! So I invite you to come with me and discover the fate of Robert, Valerie, and Trevor Clevantes as the dead rise up against the living.

Jamal